“On top of the world.”I grin, and my mind flicks back to the week I’ve had.
Courtney Blackmore.
I can’t work her out, and I don’t like it.After spending the meeting discussing her relationship history with Adam and listening to the inevitable complaints all spouses make, I’m flummoxed.
She appears—and I do say that lightly, as for all I know she could be a talented actress—to have loved the man.Whatever love means.But I was well aware of the self-doubt that showed itself and the moments she went silent as Sean and Jason continued asking questions.
The woman has never worked a day since marrying him and is going to walk away with five billion dollars.
After watching Sandy take my friend Jack’s life and all his money, I find women like Courtney sickening.
I guess she didn’t kill him.I’ll give her that.
Worse, andfuckthis is worse, my cock kept reacting to her during the entire meeting.Sure, yes, she’s a sexy woman, but I’m not attracted to her at all.
Well, I am...and I fucking hate it.
Mentally, I kept arguing with my body and getting distracted.
Hey, cock, stop it.She’ll drain our bank accounts straight after our balls.Get a grip, man.
“Better questions, who are you on top of these days?”Mason leans his arm along the back of the sofa, watching me with a slow smirk.
Why he’s asking that, I don’t know.The name changes from week to week, month to month.
“No one right now, but the night is still young.Oh, how wonderful it is to have choice.”I tap my Prada-clad foot playfully.“White pussy, Black pussy, Asian pussy...it’s like the world is one big juicy buffet.”
“Good God,” Sebastian shakes his head.“Colt, before he gets a punch in the face, can you please tell us why we’re here.”
Colt tosses back his drink and moves to the edge of his seat.“Or I can just punch him and then make my announcement.”
“Do it,” Mason nods.
I throw my head back, laughing.They’re not entirely joking, but I don’t care.I have restless energy simmering under my skin because of my new client.
Something isn’t lining up.
She was in love with the tech giant, they were living happily ever after, then suddenly, she leaves and he hates her for demanding a divorce.
But she won’t say why.Simply that they now have irreconcilable differences.
Courtney is asking for her half of the marital assets and is now dating that fucking painter boy.Yet neither of them has said anything about infidelity.
“Tell us about your boyfriend,” I asked her, enjoying every second of her discomfort before she left my office.
“Sorry?”Courtney licked her lips, and God fucking damn, my cock joined the meeting.
Again.
“Tell.Us.About your boyfriend.The painter.”I brushed invisible dust from my notepad.
Courtney’s mouth set in a hard line, her eyes blazing back at me across the table.I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly aroused by her anger.A clear picture of standing, unzipping, rounding the table and ordering her to take my member down her throat was all too real in that moment.
I’m still thinking about it now and not fucking happy.
“Okay, I’m just going to spit it out.I’m selling the club,” Colt says, and the room goes silent.
You could hear a pin drop if the music and dancefloor below, writhing with people flirting and fucking, wasn’t making so much noise.
